Brooke sauntered into Mattheo’s apartment, her eyes immediately drawn to his stiff suit and tie. “Well, well, well,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “If it isn’t Mr. Fancy Pants himself.”
Mattheo looked up from his book, a grin spreading across his face. “And if it isn’t the queen of comfort, dressed in her sweats and tank top.”
Brooke stuck her tongue out at him. “Hey, at least I’m not trying to impress anyone.”
Mattheo chuckled. “Oh, I’m impressed alright. Just not in the way you think.”
Before Brooke could respond, Mattheo stood up from the couch and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms above her head. Brooke’s breath hitched as she felt his body pressed against hers.
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t a show-off.”
Mattheo’s grin widened. “And if it isn’t a try-hard.”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “Fine, you win. I give up.”
Mattheo leaned in closer, their breaths mingling. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”
Brooke felt a flutter in her chest as she looked up at him. “Then make me admit defeat.”
Mattheo didn’t hesitate. He began to gently kiss Brooke’s neck, causing her to gasp. She tried to maintain her composure, but it was no use. She was putty in his hands.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to kick your ass,” she threatened, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mattheo ignored her threats, continuing to kiss Brooke’s neck and shoulders. She was powerless to resist him. With a triumphant grin, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Brooke was still in control, even as she lay on the bed. “Take off my shorts,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
Mattheo eagerly complied, slowly removing Brooke’s shorts. She felt empowered as she watched him. With a sly smile, she began to undress him, savoring every inch of skin she revealed.
Mattheo surrendered to Brooke’s control, allowing her to strip him down. He lay back on the bed, his body bared to her. She straddled him, her hands exploring his chest.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Mattheo groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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